I have become like puppet girl.
moving with strings
infused with voice of ego.

Sometimes, I jump to it’s words
that are void of self love.
Other times, I fall from lack of trust
as strings pulled tight controlling my movements.

Higher still I jump,
serving the voice that veils me from true self.
Higher and higher I move
doing deeds not in the best interest of my spirit.

Until, cords I cut with intent
as my strings become wings of light.
As I glide with no more
a Pinocchio-like nose,
buying my psyche's story.

No more to do the biding
of my ego mind
replaced now with my heart.